Jaxson (River Pack Wolves 1)(59)

He bent over her, thrusting deeper and harder as he hovered closer to her, positioning himself so he could claim her simultaneously with his cock and his bite. And his love. She whimpered under him, and he could feel her muscles clenching around his cock. So close.

“You are mine,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

“Yes,” she panted.

“Forever mine.” His words were stronger now, the magic surging in him.

“Yes, please, God, take me, Jaxson.” Her words were tumbling over one another.

It was more than he could take.

He buried his cock deep inside, released her hip, grabbed her hair and pulled her head to the side, baring her sweet, beautiful neck to his fangs. He pierced her skin, just enough to cause that last push of pain… and to release the magic into her blood. She wasn’t a shifter—he couldn’t ravish her with his bite without concern for recovery—so he was careful not to go too deep with his fangs. His cock made up for that by shoving as far and as deep into her as he could go.

She shrieked with pleasure and came around him, squeezing down on him and pushing him over the edge. Wave after wave pulsed through him as he emptied himself into her—his seed, his magic, his love. His wolf howled in triumph. The magic surged and strengthened inside him. He was alpha even more. To his infinite surprise, it was a true claiming, her love and her magic strengthening his wolf in a way that seemed impossible… but was undeniably true.

He kept thrusting, kept riding her, kept wringing out the last waves of her pleasure and his until they were both completely and totally spent. Then he withdrew his fangs and his cock, all at once, collapsing on the carpet next to her and drawing her down to the floor with him.

“Oh my God, Jaxson,” she breathed.

His smile almost broke him, it was so strong. “Did you enjoy that, my love?”

“Holy… what was that?” She was still panting.

He pulled her closer, snuggling her back against him so he could fondle her amazingly gorgeous breasts—there had been nowhere near enough of that before now. He made a note to start there next time.

“That,” he growled into her hair, “was one hell of a claiming, my love. Goddammit, you are one sexy, hot witch.”

She peered at him, over her shoulder, with wide eyes. “Tell me it’s going to be like that every time.” She gasped between the words.

“No, my love.” He grinned. “It’s only going to get better with time.”

She closed her eyes and mouthed a silent thank you, and he couldn’t help the rumble of laughter that shook its way out of him. Then his gaze fell on the twin fang marks at the crook of her neck. He thought he might have to get her some bandages or some kind of first aid, just to make sure she was all right, but before his wondering eyes, the wound magically healed.

He gaped a little, but then he realized, of course. His magic had already healed her, already brought her back from death. A simple puncture wound should be nothing.

He slid her around to face him and cupped her cheeks in his hands, causing her to open her eyes again. “How in the name of magic did I get so lucky as to have you in my life?” he asked. And he meant it in all sincerity. She had saved him in every way and given him more than he ever thought possible.

But she didn’t answer him, she just shook her head. “I’ve never felt this… complete before. I didn’t think…” Her eyes were tearing up. “I didn’t think a family was something I would ever have. And I know your family may not want a witch in it, but if all I ever have is you in my arms, that’s all I’ll ever need.”

He frowned. Because she could be right—his family might not accept her—but that was the last thing he wanted her thinking right now. “You don’t worry about that,” he said. “I’ll take care of everything. In fact…” He kissed her, hard, trying to banish that thought from her mind. “I only have one question for you: what’s your previous record for the number of orgasms you’ve experienced in a twenty-four hour period?”

She laughed, and it filled his heart. “Is that something I should be tracking?”

“Oh yes.” He slid his hand over the luscious mound of her breast and down between her legs. Her breath caught in a way that coursed satisfaction through him. “Whatever it is, we’re going to double it.” His fingers plunged inside the slick wetness of her sex, causing her head to tip back against him, and her eyes to drift closed. He could take her higher than she’d ever gone, again and again, an infinite number of times over a lifetime together, and it would never be enough to repay her for all she had given him.